69novels Chapter 144
Chapter 144
Frankly, Johnson isn't terribly afraid of Batman.
The awe is there, of course, and as Batman's grip on the city grows, so does his awe.
But scared?No, it won't.
Any reasonable person understands the contribution Batman has made to this sinful city. He takes the young boy and his assistant Robin protects the residents of the city. He fights evil and imprisons criminals, although some No one born in Gotham City would think that Batman's style is too cold and rough, but what to say?
This is Gotham.
Gothamites never expected Children of the Light.
For this dark knight who silently hides his body in the dark and observes his every move in a way that ordinary people can't understand, Johnson feels very headache-it's time to test his acting skills. Nothing about "Carl" should ever be revealed.
If Batman can only find his head, then Batman really thinks he made a very important contribution to the school's rescue.
"Good evening, Batman, the way you came out today was as impressive as ever."
Johnson stood up straight, like any character living in the gray areas of Gotham City who saw Batman in the middle of the night, and answered politely while posing for an attack.
After saying this, Johnson deliberately paused for a moment, but Batman just waited for him without saying a word.
So he could only sigh, relax, and casually straighten his leather jacket.
"Honestly, Batman, I really don't want to be in the muddy water between you and the clown at all-I'm not one of those psychopaths who hold a grudge after you imprisoned in Arkham, and I don't care about the wealth of this city. Interested." Johnson sighed softly, and said helplessly, "But what can I do? You know, my lovely Abbott is studying in that school. Well, he is not my own. Son, you must know this, I'm not surprised."
Johnson stared ahead.
In his mind he was meeting Batman's eyes.He couldn't see Batman's eyes, which was fine, and he didn't need to know Batman's expression anyway.
He's being interrogated now, so he looks up, making sure Batman can see his eyes.
He knew he had to speak convincingly, or the paranoid Dark Knight wouldn't believe his every word.
"—But Abt is still my son," Johnson gritted his teeth and said slowly, "from the first day I decided to raise him, he was my son, whether we were related by blood or not. We A little guy like that might not be as omnipotent as you, Batman, but it's never going to do us any good to offend us. The people of Gotham always have their cards."
Every word is true, every sentence is true, every emotion is true.
Trick Batman?Oh come on, people like Johnson don't do stupid things like that.No one knows how many cards Batman has. This is a truth, and there is absolutely no benefit in cheating Batman.
So what he has to do now is very simple, he just needs to tell the truth.
Of course, the truths that have been selected and arranged, the truths that Johnson has warmed up in his heart a thousand times, the truths that he knew since he took his little boy out of school that he would have the opportunity to say it the truth.
Did "Carl," the meddling intruder from the metropolis, also know he was good at hiding the truth, and that's why he was singled out in this gigantic city?
Johnson didn't know.Whatever he said Batman just listened in silence, he didn't even know if Batman believed him.
"If the clown can appear in front of me now, I will use all means to kill him and tear him apart." He decided to add fire, "Don't you do it? Batman, I pay attention Through your relationship with Robin, I believe that Robin is like your son to a certain extent, so after the clown hurts your son, you won't do it?"
Batman, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
"Stay away from the clown," he said. "You can't play him."
Probably just a blink of an eye, the Dark Knight disappeared in front of Johnson.
Johnson took a step back, feeling the sweat soaking through his innermost T-shirt, letting the fabric stick to his back.
"Caught Batman falling from the sky in the middle of the night. Ha, it's 'Gotham.'" he muttered, straightening his jacket again, remembering with some regret that he had lent the intruder one of his favorite jackets shirt.
Because he likes it so much, and his work often stains his clothes, Johnson doesn't wear it much.
In the Fortress of Solitude, Carl is feeding a creature that looks like a cross between a small T-Rex and a giant rabbit, under Clarke's guidance.
These are some extinct or lost cosmic species discovered by Clark. He kept these creatures in the Fortress of Solitude and provided them with an excellent living environment as much as possible.
Carl suddenly laughed, a kind of helpless and troubled smile.
"Huh?" Clark looked at him in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
Because they share the same Kryptonian name, "Kal. El," Clark doesn't refer to Carl as "Kal."
"I like it when you call me that," Carl said to Clark the first time he called him that. "You're reliable, like my ideal father. I like Jonathan and Martha, too. They're great. people. Sometimes, I wish I was adopted by them like you."
"No, boy, you don't really think so."
"You're right, I don't really think so," Carl admits. "I like my brother, and I like my friends. Despite his intractable issues, I think my boyfriend is super cute. If I were adopted by Jonathan and Martha from my world, I would never meet these people in my life."
"Uh..." Clark said.
"I really want to stay here forever," Carl added, looking at Clark with a small smile. "I know I don't really think so. But I want to tell you this."
Clark was obviously at a loss for Carl's words. After so many years, countless people screamed for him when he flew through space as Superman, but he was still very shy.
"You should go home." All he said at last was, "Think about your loved ones, your friends, and your boyfriend. Think about the things that make you who you are and what keeps you striving, think about The kind of person you want to be, boy, you're young, I was your age, traveling the world, wondering who I really am."
"And who it's going to be in the end," Carl said.
He repeated that sentence again, the vague sentence: "I know."
All his noble deeds and all his hesitations of self-reproach spring from it.
It is an extreme day now, and the sun shines through the translucent ice crystals into the Fortress of Solitude. Clark lowers his eyes, gently stroking those creatures who have lost everything like him.
Karl has seen this scene countless times, but only at this moment, Clark is in front of him, in the light, he can't convince himself that this is an illusion with any words from Karl.
"I have a friend—I don't know if he counts as my friend, because he hates the superhero thing, he thinks being nice to people is something idiots do to make up for their stupidity—he advises I go to other worlds to see, because the more parallel worlds I see, the more I realize that I am unique." Carl said, and he laughed, "I am unique. This is probably what Rick told me, the closest words of praise."
Clark raised his head, feeling as if he wanted to say something.
But Karl had already embraced him first.
"Goodbye," Carl said, patting Clark on the back affectionately. "Goodbye, friend."
Clark raised his hand to hug Carl back, but the moment he raised his arm, Carl's figure disappeared in his arms.
"Goodbye, boy."
He finally had to speak to the empty front.
The sun was shining brightly, and other small animals came over and put their heads against his hanging hands. Clark retracted his gaze and stroked its soft fur.
He heard the cry for help again.
"Okay, I gotta go," he said, "after all—this is Superman's job."
Karl has a lot of experience in traveling through parallel worlds.
Pain and the feeling of the body being torn into pieces and being reassembled are always an essential part. During those processes, Carl can often feel some riotous power hidden in the gap between the parallel world and the parallel world, And when he passed, those forces were guided to fuse with his body.
He seems to have learned a lot of things related to parallel worlds without a teacher, the experience of positioning different worlds, including how to choose a special point in time in the vast world.
All very useful techniques.
It would have been better if they hadn't burrowed into his flesh and blood, and hadn't been so itchy and painful when learning them...
A strange pressure came from all directions, and Carl took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
He showed up where he had been before, in his bedroom.
The windows were open, and the curtains fluttered gently.The air in the room was very clear. In the living room, Rao’s breathing was very steady. Karl didn’t know that he had left his own world for a few days. Perhaps Alexander said something to appease Rao and let him stay calm and work in the room. .
I hope nothing major happens when I leave this world, Carl thought.
In the universe, Peter whistled triumphantly: "We got rid of Yondu! Haha! I am the most powerful pilot in the universe!"
In Afghanistan, Tony, who had escaped with scientists and was anxiously waiting for the dead Louise, gritted his teeth: "This crazy woman, why hasn't she arrived yet."
In Gotham City, Dick is learning fighting skills from Batman in the Batcave.
Carl: "...Lo Lamo! Come here!"